No, Dark Dreams Return.

Your dreams are troubled. You toss and turn, somehow you had made it back to your bed. Your sleep is fitful and restless.

You are plagued by the terrified cries of some beast- its wounded. You hear the stamping of hooves and the thing's terrified cries.

Its not a beast, its something else. Something sacred. A unicorn?

There is a flash of purple, and you see your hands covered with silver blood. Your mouth is full of, and covered with the same silver substance.

Unicorn blood??

You see the wounded creature before you, struggling to breathe, its neck gouged open. Turning you see a boy with a lightning bolt scar staring at you from the bushes. Hate wells up inside you. The boy, ****, and an unyielding burning ambition fill you.

Your dream vision whips away, leaving the scene and emotions behind. You are sitting behind the teacher's desk in one of the offices. You can't be sure whose desk. Scattered across the top of the wooden desk are scattered notes. The notes were about the security in the Forbidden Corridor.

Someone was trying to figure out how to get through it.

They were close.

You feel sick to your stomach, there's not much time left. Your vision swims and you grab for something from the drawer of the desk. You bring a small phial to your lips, pouring the silver liquid into your mouth. There is precious little left. The time is coming. You begin to hear whispers at the edge of your hearing, coming from a great distance, but they are getting louder and louder.

You try to look around, trying to find any kind of detail that may help you identify the culprit. Your vision swims- the whispers turn to a dull roar- "FIND ME THE STONE- KILL THE BOY!" A realization strikes you like a bolt of lightning.

The whispers were parseltongue.

You awaken with a scream, much to the surprise and dismay of your roommates.

"-The Hell?" asks Raj looking up from his bed. He sees you awkwardly wave. He rubs his bleary eyes and rolls over. You slide out of bed and put on your slippers.

Unable to sleep, and distracted you walk into the Common Room with your Reference Book, and jot down your dream. You start to flip through your notes. Things are bleak, whoever is moving for the stone is going to do it soon. you have to figure out who and decide what you are going to do.

It seemed pretty clear what the teacher was waiting for.